Ascending Legend
There was an itch growing in Iandre. Not exactly homesickness, but something akin to it. She was more than happy within the fold of both the Diarchy and with Rellik, but she missed some of her old life. The Lilaste Order did a great job at keeping her busy, but they were military, and she sought peace. So, for the lack of a better explanation, she decided to go on a walkabout. Iandre wasn't one to walk away from duty, and she did feel some guilt, but she needed to get away. At least for a time.
Knowing what had happened in the Core, she wouldn't be making a journey there. Even if she no longer thought of herself as a Jedi, she was not dark or imperial. It would be a death sentence, and she wasn't ready to die. She had survived over 900 years in a form of Force stasis and wasn't about to give up now.
While she allowed the Force to guide her much of the time, this was something she needed to do for her mental state. Packing up a bag, she left her armor behind and climbed aboard a public shuttle that would take her to another world. Leaning back in her seat, she closed her eyes. Just resting, not meditating. She would never do that in space again, if she could avoid it.
Valery Noble
Knowing what had happened in the Core, she wouldn't be making a journey there. Even if she no longer thought of herself as a Jedi, she was not dark or imperial. It would be a death sentence, and she wasn't ready to die. She had survived over 900 years in a form of Force stasis and wasn't about to give up now.
While she allowed the Force to guide her much of the time, this was something she needed to do for her mental state. Packing up a bag, she left her armor behind and climbed aboard a public shuttle that would take her to another world. Leaning back in her seat, she closed her eyes. Just resting, not meditating. She would never do that in space again, if she could avoid it.
Valery Noble